In harder territory, "Slow" nails redneck-outlaw lyrics to a post of creosoted guitar crunch, and "Easter Bunny" sounds like something Webb Wilder might have come up with if he were loaded on anti-depressants and trapped inside a cow. Yeehaw.

There are as many Texas "sounds" in the underground as there are bands, but damn few of them make me want more the way this one does.

-- Brad Tyer

Beef Masters play with Spunk on Friday, March 25 at the Abyss, 5913 Washington, 863-7173.